Do amar, sei pouco.
Do amor, só vivo as ilusões.
Me entrego!
Estou cego.
Trépido como as dificuldades
Engulo seco o soluço,
Findou, acabou.
Sem perceber envelheci
Sem experimentar o amor.
Dos beijos aos sobejos
Pouco guardo.
Das paixões vivo as
Lembranças e, de tudo
Mais que acredito ter
Vivido só restou a
Saudades.
Experiências vividas,
Paixões.
Enxugo as lágrimas,
Recordações, nem faz
Tanto tempo assim.
Sinto frio, dos colos que
Me aqueceram não ficou
Calor, sinto frio.
Os abraços esvaem-se
Tal como os beijos.
Do que vivi ficou só as
Lembranças, a saudade e
As noites frias.
A agonia que vivo agora
É o arrependimento do
Que a dúvida não me
Deixou viver.
Do amar não sei nada,
Coisa que nunca entendi,
Não aprendi.
Só vivi as paixões, chorei
E sofri.
Engulo seco as saudades
Que vivo e já sofro às
Paixões que certamente
Ainda hão de vir.
Mauro
Lucio, julho de 2017.
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I only lived the passions
About love, I know noting.
About to love, I live only the
Illusions.
I surrender!
I am blind impaired.
Trepid with the difficulties
I swallow the dry sob, it's
I am blind impaired.
Trepid with the difficulties
I swallow the dry sob, it's
Over, it's over.
Without realizing it, I aged
Without experiencing love.
From the kisses to sobs
I saved just a little.
From the passions I live the
Memories and from
Without realizing it, I aged
Without experiencing love.
From the kisses to sobs
I saved just a little.
From the passions I live the
Memories and from
Everything else that I
Believe that I have lived
Only the longing remained.
Lived experiences, passions.
I wipe away the tears,
Memories, it was not so
Lived experiences, passions.
I wipe away the tears,
Memories, it was not so
Long ago.
I feel cold, from the laps that
Warmed me up didn't
Remained any heat, I feel
Cold.
Like the kisses, the hugs fade
I feel cold, from the laps that
Warmed me up didn't
Remained any heat, I feel
Cold.
Like the kisses, the hugs fade
Away.
From what I have lived, only
The memories, the longing
And the cold nights is still
With me.
The agony that I live now is
The agony that I live now is
The regret of what the
Doubt did not allowed me
To live.
I know nothing about to
Doubt did not allowed me
To live.
I know nothing about to
Lovo. It is something that
I never understood, I never
Learn it.
I only lived the passions,
I cried and I suffered because
Of it.
I swallow the longing that
I swallow the longing that
I live and I am already
Sufferint the passions that
Certainly is about to come
Into my life.
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